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Novelized by PORTER EMERSON BROWNE From the Play of
the Same Name by Booth Tarkington and Harry Leon Wilson COPYRIGHT, 1910. BY AMERICAN PRESS ASSOCIATION ' 1 Cliapter 12 T was Father O Mara who lined the crumpled little form from the forest mold. He reached her side pven before L'Acadlenue, end that was quickly Indeed. He bore her buck to Valette, and he and the one old servant left of the many of other days did what they could for her. She came to herself '. at length. Kouud. wondering eyes opened. But she sard no word; only a little moan passed her Una. Father O'Mnra brought the candle closer) Hound eyes turned up to his. He started back, for lu those eyes there was no expression save a great emptiness. He shivered a little. Old Louise crossed herself, The soul Is gone!" she cried. "God be merciful to us!" It was no more than a day and a night ere she was able to. rise from the bed. She seemed to know people their faces; she seemed to know her surroundings. She did not suffer, for there was neither pain nor Joy nor of that which lies between. All was a great emptiness aud nothing more. Father O'Mara. his heart pnln wrung, speut much time with her muqh hope less, helpless, cruelly rewardlcss time. Old Louise waited on her ceaselessly. Her father knew that she was there, vet he came not to see her, and he forbade those of his household to go except Louise. They spoke of M. de Valette. did the old organist and the priest, who came to visit the girl, "A strange hearted man monsieur," mused O'Mara.' "He must take care. 'As ye do unto these little ones.' " ''Strange hearted." repeated Le roaltre, wagging his old head. "In the night you can ftaar him walking walking all night. Then you hear the door open and close, and he has gone out to the chapel again to set fresh candles en the altar. Seventeeu he keeps there, always. Strange heart ed!" He turned to go. Some ore, passing without, cut the sunlight from the win dow. Ha looked, then turned back aghast. - " 'Tls Mile. Marguerite!" he cried. "If she finds out that I've been here" Father O'Mura indicated another door. "Go out that way. then," he said. Mile, de Valette came with the oth er's going. Father O'Mara greeted her. : " She said crisply: "We suspect Lemaltre of having been here." "That Is." observed Father O'Mnra. "you suspect one member of your household of having a good heart." "It Is a question of obedience. Our bousebokl obeys my brother." "Even when be Is wrong!" There was a trace of bitterness In the priest's tone. She said coldly: "In what touches the honor of his family my brother cannot be wrong." "Is It your heart that speaks," que ried O'Mnra slowly, "or your head?" The color rose to her cheeks. "I cannot listen." she declared quick ly. ' And then. "I came here to dis cover" "You camo to And out," he inter rupted, "if that old servaut of yours had a heart, so that your brother could punish hlui for It. Well, you shall not go until you have seen what your brother's kind of honor has done to the most uouornbio of all the Do Va lettes." ' "I'll not stayl" she cried. "Xou. wlUl" Professional Duectory of Wallowa County TltOS M. DILL ATTORNEMT-UW I Office first door south of New A. Fraternal Bldg Enterprise, Ore. ' Mt BURLEIGH & "BOYD ATIORNEYS-AUAW Practice lu all State" Courts and ; ; Interior Department. Careful at- I tention to all business. I !& D, W. LAWYER 8HEAHAN ENTERPRISE X Practice In State and Federal I Court and Interior Department. j. 4 How about thai newult for the 4th T Funk A Co. are ready to help you out at their aale, June 4 to Don't pass thle up. "You're" wrong to compel me to do this!" she expostulated agitatedly. "And if what they say of her In the village is true" , "What is thnt?" ' "That ber mind." she began hesitat ingly; then. "I'm afraid!" ' "Afraid!" he said slowly. "It is only a little white butterfly that has broken Its wings." He might have said more. But then she came the little figure that they had tortured the soul from. She came slowly Into the room, and calmly, and the great emptiness might have been a great peace bad one not known. Under her breath her aunt cried, "My niece!" And then, as she came nearer, this slender figure with the empty eyes, she said: "You know me?" Empty eyes turned to her. Empty voice answered: "Yes; you're Aunt Marguerite." ' "You looked at me as though 1 were a stranger. Ah, to think you brought this suffering onyourself!" Empty voice said slowly, evenly: "Suffering?" "She does not suffer," declared O'Mara. "Her very Incapacity for pain is her disease. If only she could feel, even to suffer! The day that again you see tears In her eyes she will be saved." Mile, de Valette spoka quickly, se verely: "She ought to feel! She ought to think!" "I do think," said the empty voice. "I think all the time. 1 keep wonder ing wondering I wonder why Gil bert died. That was curious." "You 'ought not to think of him! ton ought to shudder at the thought!" "I think and I remember." the emp ty voice continued. "1 remember that Kuoul said It came to you all at once? It absorbed you. so that not fear nor shame no death could stop you. And I remember that it did ' come to me Just as he snld. You see how well I remember that. That was Just the way It was then." "You ought to think of your punish ment!" ' , i "Ought I?" Empty eyes were raised. "Was that a punishment when I lost my soul? I don't see how It can be. Punishing la hurting, lsu't It? . How. can I be paaiBlied when nothing hurts me?" "But it ought to! You must feel It!" ' "But I can't Don't you see? . I am dead. The candles are' lighted for me. I don't know where my soul is. ,1 lost it when I died. If you do that yon can never find it again. There was the forest, and I followed him and found him there. And I loved him very much. That is why 1 died. I think all the time, you see, and I have found out that If you love any one very much you must lose your soul for It and die." V Mile, de Valette shook her bead slow ly. Tears came to her eyes. "Broken wings!" murmured the priest. V "Why do you cry?" the empty voice asked. "Thut's only one of God's ways, Isn't it?" "God's ways!" cried Mile, de Vaiette. "God's punishment of sin!" The priest turned upou her. "God's way!" he cried vehemently. lx "Do you think a -worm lu the dust can understand why a man rides by? Do you think that because we can see the beginning of one of God's thoughts our little minds cnu follow to the end of what he Is thinking? Down here in the dust we call them God's ways, but they are only man's mistakes. Down the river there were men God's crea tures, brothers they should have been killing each other! And they killed this boyt There's one old man over yonder so filled with phantoms and cobwebs, und the ghosts of things that R. M. ROGERS SUFFERS PAINFUL INJUR. R. M. Rogers, Perry' Blanchard brother of Mrs. of this cHy, met wllh a painful accident thU .week In the gaw mill at La Grande. While working at one of tue saws, a piece of timber was caught and hurled back striking him upon the right forearm, above the wrist, break ing and splintering both bones. He was token to the hospital in La Grando where the wound was dressed after which he came to this city. He returned to La Grande Wednesday moniUig to have the Injured; member placed la a plaster cast. ' ... .... , LAWYER ENTERPRISE, ORE. Practice la State and Federal Courts and Int. Dept. Abstract Bldg opposite court house. Something new Klrsh curtain roda Our entire etock of men's and and portler poles for the first time . boy's clothing goes on sale at great in tEnterprsie. Xome in and ee jly reduced prlcee. Sale now on, W. them at F. 8. Ashley's. j. Funk ft Co. shouldn't TIave" Been "ttiaf 6V TeTs Ms pride murder the father in him. And the two crimes together are destroy ing tils child. You call that God's way?" he demanded almost fiercely. "I'll tell you ono thing I know about God's way, by faith! That he never punished the good love, and I say to you this was a good love! It came to ber Just as a rose comes to its bush in spring; she had a right to it as much as the tree to Its blossoms, and, like them, it was good. I tell you there was 'no fault lu her that will offend God, and in the end he will give her peace." - Now it came to pass that Crawley, the recruit of the shock balr and the .nerveless spine, bad lied. The massa cre that he said he had seen had been no massacre. The defeat bad been a victory. While the others had fought shoulder to shoulder, he bad lain Jowl by Jowl with Fear deep in the forest-, And that Fear had breathed Into his' ear the things thut he had come back to tell breathed so Insistently that he who listened had come to believe them almost A3 so. Gilbert Steele came back from the battle, for the blow that struck him was not deadly came back with Joy in his heart and gladness in his eyes came back to Madeleine-Madelelne de Valette. In the village they told him where she was. They would have told him more, but be would not wait, and wonder was burled under anticipation. Going, he met the gypsy woman who had wrought the harm L'Acadlenue. She had come with the news. It was In her to do what little she might In atonement. Stopping him, she said: "M'sieur Gilbert, you must go to the chapel of Valette and pray for her." ' "She is not dead!" he cried hoarsely. She shook her head. "No," she said. "IT CAMS TO HER JUST AS V JACK W. Cv KETCHUM 3 DENTIST ENTERPRISE 3 Office Borland Buldlng. Home i independent f Done. C. T. HOCKETT. M. D. ' PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON ': Office upstairs In Bank Build- ' log. Ind. Home phone In office ' and rostdence. ... DR. C. A. AULT i PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Office In Bank Building, i Horn phone both office and residence. j V t i 7 . ' -1 v Naa:- i J- I Then, tensely: "Listen! f know thK The old people taught me when I was a child that when a soul Is lost the one who loved it most shnll go to the place where It was lost and pray for it to coitie back. Go to the chapel at Valette. There you will see the can dles thut her father keeps burning for her. There she lost her soul. You loved her most. Tray for her there!" He cried, in the petulance of fear: ' "What foolishness are you talking?" "It is true," she replied. "If you are the one who loved her most pray for her there, and the miracle will be granted. Oh, I beg you to do it!" pas sionately.' "My own soul will not rest until you have! Go to Valette to her and pray!" ' So Gilbert went, ne found her there in the great room of Valette.. O'Mara was there, and her father, but of them be took little heed, for when he saw her he started forward arms outstretched. , "Madeleine!" he cried chokingly. She looked at him. "Yes?" she said. He said hoarsely: "You're angry with mo!" , She shook her head. "But," he persisted eaprerly, yet puz zled, "you aren't glad to see me." "No." ne drew back a little, white, stun ned.' i , . "You you don't love me'" he whis pered. Then. "You changed so quickly-" Empty voice said slowly: "Yes; 1 think that Is it. I've changed I changed when Gilbert died." His face went yet more white; She went on: "I lost my soul then. It went away from me at the altar. I think It must have gone with Gil bert's." Empty eyes watched him go. The little figure turned and slowly went A. ROSE COMES TO ITS BUSH." to the great seat before the fireplace. O'Mara aud ber father . watched her closely., It was the latter who spoke. His tones were clear and low. 1 "Go," he Bald to the priest. "Bring hlin baek." . - . , The priest waited to ask no ques- "I ikp wohpfriho woKrrmTto I wo- DEB WHt tilLBEKT PIKU." '. tiona. Who better' than he knew of the wonders that God works? . When the priest had gone the father rose. He went toward her a step ami stored, for she was sueakUifc 1 y t Y Socialist Party of America Column - This Bpace is occupied by paid advertising and is edited by the En terprise Socialist Local which meets Thursday night of each week at 7:30 o'clock in the McCoy residence on North River street. All meetings OBI Visitors always welcome. Fosner, corresponding Fred Otto, treasurer. secretary; ; A CRUMBLING CIVILIZATION. la there anyone who doubts that a great change in the social order' is impending? Do you "really think) that thinga will continue asi they are now for another decade? If you do you are tn a' dwindling minority. Look calmly, deliberately and firm ly at the most striking facts in the world In whldh! we live. , Look first at the basis of all so ciety the way in which 'we are pro ducing and distributing the things by which we I've. Look at the; industrial organization, of society. ' 1 Here are the big, the' undisputed 'acs about tihat, industrial society. The marvelous new and ' improved methods of production serve only to-pile' higher' the already overload ed coffers of a few trust magnates. l'oday a half-dozen men- bestride .he Industrial world Colossll of our present society yet unable to, 'con trol the giant forces that bring them heir wealth. ' '. So fast doe the surplus product filched from labor pour in upon them -hat the most stupendous undertak ings they can conceive are incapable .if absorbing the heaped up values. We have passed through one panic It was little more than a 'financial flurry compared with the collapse i-hat must come when the reconstruc tion of Industry now under way shall have time to pour forth the result .f 'the multiplied product that this .ebuilding will maka possible. The constant rise of prices and steady rushing of 'all organized effort ' to .ncrease wages grinds labor between ipper and nether millstones past the .otat of endurance. 1 ' '' ' , If we are Industrially insolvent, ur political bankruptcy . is , even nore complete. The favorite text of the magazine jWrlters today la he collapse of the political parties a capitalism These parties have oecome but waited sepulchres con cealing all manner of rottenness. They have so decayed that they are incapable of defending .even capital ist Interests' . The corruption of Industry Is re fl cted in the foulness of politics. The veil is never lifted from a cor ner of modern industry! that a brood of thieves U not uncovered. Witness "I walljed so far," she aalj. '"Tou know he was very Interesting when he spoke of" ' She turned a little. "Aunt Marguerite," she went on, "when am I to try on the wedding dress?" The head of De Valette sunk to his breast Ills lips trembled a little, for God bad brought a great light to him and. In torturing the pride, had opened to his day the soul. And so Valette's head sunk upon his breast, and bis Hps trembled.' . , . Then came the priest, and Gilbert was with him. . , De Valette slowly turned. To Gilbert he motioned mo tioned thnt he mbst go down to the great seat before the fireplace. Gil bert, wondering, went He came to it and leaned over. At length, she looked up, as one awakening, and Blowly there came Into her. eyes light the light of reason the gleam of soul of a soul lost that Is returning to its own. . Into his eves, eager, now beginning to dare to hope, she looked looked for a long, long time. By and by she thrust forth a slender white hand thrust It forth slowly, aud at length it touched bis coat and then It shivered a little. "Gilbertr she cried. There was soul In the voice, too, now the soul that bad come again, to the eyes. He said brokenly, "Madeleine!" ' For a long, long moment they stayed "JSS'T IT WOHDKBFTU WONDKBnTL? " thus." At ler.-'th she whbpered softly and wltti nil the Joy of the world: , "i 't it vonderful wonderful f And utiver the emptiness bad gone. ' . '; '- i I rTann namoien, organizer; A. N. H." Marks, financial secretary; the Insurance ecandaia,''' the sugar '" thieving, ' and the robbery of frp ternal orders In Illinois. Municipal- ' ities, states and nation contest mad- ; !y for pre-eminence in corruption.;! Witness Busse in Chicago, the "jack-pot" legislature .at Springfield ., ind. Lorimer at Washington, as a ( sample of a single locality. . v Add to all this the class Justice t vww- t V w- ng of the unions . by ' trusts, the iaunting of all demands for labor. eglslatlon, the arrogance, the Ignor ance, and the Incompetence of those ho rule, and dare you say that : It an exaggeration, 'a figure of ipeech, a sensational phrase ( to ipeak of present society a4 e. "crumb- tag civilization." . t i . ; V .r" The one clear note in all this. Is iie Socialist movement. You scoff, ; nd sneer , at tlhl3? IT IS TRUE. , . Ray Stannard Baker, not a Soci alist, says in the June iesue of the American Magazine, In discussing What About the Democratic , P&r- "Only one party how In evidence 'nJVmerlcan polUlca haa any really comprehensive policy to '' Offer. Whatever may be our hostility to .: Its-tenets, the fact remains that the Socialist party le the only one that makes ' any pretense to hav ing reasoned out our present con- v, dilions tx an ultimate conclusion." No other . party dares to build oil .he only foundation for a sane soct- ty THE INTERESTS OF THOSE . vVHO WORK. , r No other party dares to face, ' h acta .because . only . a party 'based ipon working class Interests has tothlng to conserve by 'concealing he facte.' ' ' ' THE FUTURE OF AMERICAN JOCIETY RESTS WITH THE SO JIAUST PARTY. The du-ty, the opportunity, the re-', .ponsiblllty that 1 falls ' upon ! the .houtders of those who- know thle is .remendoua. . - It Is for us to say whether the clT-v. llzatlon In which we live shall erum- lie and fall into chaos and confusion, ' r whether it shall pas into a high er stage peaceably,' coAsclously and IntelligenUy. , ...L. ' '" These are . strong .words. They lound boastful. YOU CANNOT DENY THEIR TRUTH.. Where else Is there hope? J. If the Socialists who ' read this frasped the stupendous) mission that hey and the party . to which , they we allegiance 'has to perform, and .he wonderful possibilities that open : efore It, there would be such tasks iccompUahed, such ' sacrifices made, ;uch a work, of education, agitation, irganlzation and determined activity n every line asi this world haa never ino.wn before. , ' 1 ' . Here lis a cause worth) working for, .vorth dying for, WORTH LIVING j'OR. AND "IT ' IS THE ONLY " JAUSE TODAY OF WHICH THIS iS TRUE.1 ' , ' '' ' . ,"' ' IDAHO DEPUTY LEAVES N WITH HOWARD HUNTER Deputy Sheriff . Hart from Blaine jounty, Idaho, arrived In Enterprise .Vedneaday evening and left Tbure lay morning taking wRh him Howard . Hunter, alias Lee West, charged with forgeries. Accompanying the deputy sheriff waa Detective Kulpem of the American Bankers' association who tad arrested Hunter in Josephs In itead either of handcuffing or shocki ng the prisoner the officer la charge placed him In what Is known as the -'oregon boot," a heavy piece- of netal .fitting closely -about the leg above the ankle. . Hunter, as will be remembered, ' was arrested and brought to Enter-., prise last Wednesday. He will be aken to La Grande and from there o Blaine county,: Idaho, where he . U1 be made, to answer the charges igalnat him. The prisoner feebly protested thai there . Ip a mistake, Mi that he ie not the man wanted, out the officers in charge are satis fied that they have , the right per son. Hie forgeries aggregated only 135. ','..' ..... . For Father and Sons, Clothes,' at prices you .can afford to buy, wheth er you need or not. W. J. Funk ft Co. : ' .-Mr!